“Quit being a brat and take the job. Take. The. Job.” I groan, releasing myself long enough to open my belt. It’s bold, everything about this day is. I wouldn’t be this bold if I thought there was a chance I was misreading her. But I’m not. She squirms on the barstool, eyes glued to my zipper, which I slowly tease down. She nods. “I shouldn’t.” She looks up at me with heavy eyes. “I really don’t even know you.” I reach into my boxer briefs and collect my erection, steely and hot in my palm. “Take the job. Get paid enough to take care of yourself and save some. Be in a safe environment. Get
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